Live From the Gutter

With his partners approval of the quick ditch plan he tossed out, Alphie found himself with an expression that reflected his state of contentment as he nodded and began to move in shadow of his partner. For a flicker of time, like a cigarette ember flicked from the roasted stub, living for only a blink, the Marine was nostalgic of his time as a rookie pirate. The tactic agreed on was free based and ruthless, but it built synergy and camaraderie. Basa enjoyed organic scenarios where each had to feel out the other's vibe, so he was absolutely comfortable while following his comrade into the bar. He didn't feel like much of a Marine, but more like a vigilante.

As they entered, prior to confrontation his hands had left his pockets and rested idly at his sides. His optics were busy eating up the bar, assessing the surroundings since Cross was spearheading the duo's introduction. Nothing but shook blokes and of course, the main attraction. He would give a weak spit of wind from his mouth when his eyes came to rest on the clawed man. He wasn't disappointed, he just wasn't amazed with what he saw, call it arrogance.

Looking into the situation and not just at the target, Alphie wasn't necessarily concerned for the woman's safety. It was apparent his partner Cross had a different mentality however. Alphie respected that, in addition he understood as a Marine, the citizen getting away safe from the situation was of upmost importance at times. He was a bit muleheaded to accept the fact this may be one of the times, so in other words, he wasn't fucking with that. He'd do what he could, but whatever happened happened. His sights were on the target.

Rocking with his gut feeling, Alphie would make a move he had in mind. Such a move would surely give the situation some urgency and heat up the atmosphere. What his gut told him was he could be quicker to the draw and swifter to dish out a shelling in the dark skinned pirates head than the mentioned bloke could be when it came to harming the woman he had in his grip with his claw thing. There was only 8m of space between the two parties that consisted of a single round table, overturned chairs, but no people. So when it came to melee combat, the pirate would have obstacles in his way should he try to approach. He could always detour of course, but regardless, Alphie knew he could spit out a whole clip prior to having an 8m gap closed up unless the man was faster than most. Letting Cross chill with the lead, Alphie decided to back him up with a something that'd make the pirate reconsider what he was about to do.

So, before Cross would be able to finish his second phrase, from off Cross' left shoulder facing the man, Basa would be swift with his pistol draw and just as accurate. The neck was the target, but of course it could easily be adjusted should the woman be moved to shield a part of his body from being in harms way and all that other silliness assailants tried to do with hostages. No bullet was dispensed, nor would it unless the Ensign was provoked or their demands weren't met. A satisfying click signifying the gun was ready to fire came with the speedy production of Curtail. With his weapon readied, right when Cross was done speaking Alphie would begin. "It's our first assignment, the least you could do is go easy on us yeah?" The grin on his face was a product of his eagerness to have the situation play out. He was immensely interested to see what the man's choice would be. His finger had already been resting on the trigger ready to fire, since the weapon was pulled. Any motion that wasn't the release of his grip on the woman's neck would result in Alphie firing his gun and should the man move the woman to in front of him, as stated Alphie would easily move his aim up to another vulnerable position like his head.

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Quick Draw: May it be with his firearm or his bladed one handed weapon, Alphie can draw them from an idle stance alarmingly fast for whatever the case may be.